Laura Hale (thesacrificed) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-27 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | laura hale, wesley wyndam pryce |
Who: Laura and Wes
What: Laura makes a grown up friend who is also dead
When: Today right after seeing her sister
Where: The roof of the prison
Warnings: probably not
Laura had stayed strong during her talk with Cora down in solitary. She wouldn't let her baby sister see her break. The Hales were all built that way, strong until the end. She didn't know what happened to Cora but whatever it was, it wasn't good. She didn't remember anything including the fire that had devastated her and Derek. The fire that left everyone dead except for the Hale kids and Uncle Peter. Of course Uncle Peter had done The Argents job for them by killing Laura himself. Telling Cora that Uncle Peter was the reason that she couldn't hold and comfort her sister hadn't been pleasant. The last time Laura had seen her sister she had been a child and she couldn't shake that image of Cora. The little girl with dark pigtails wanting to play, always trying to catch up to her older siblings.
She had stayed for awhile but she felt useless, unable to really do anything but talk to Cora. If her sister slept maybe she would visit her dreams to ensure that they were pleasant ones and so that they could touch each other. Until then she had to leave the majority of the comforting to Derek. He wasn't as good at it as Laura was in her opinion but he was still doing a pretty good job for someone who hadn't been a big brother in a long time.
Until Cora went to sleep Laura didn't have much to do and for some reason she gravitated towards the roof of the prison. A lot of interesting things happened on the roof and it was big enough to be the only place to get some privacy. At least some people thought they had privacy up there. Being a ghost had certain advantages. Like the fact that nobody would probably notice the pale crying woman walking around. Seeing her family like that, all torn up made her insides feel raw. She was the big sister, she was supposed to protect them.
She walked past the pot garden wishing like hell she could even smoke some. What she really wanted was a drink. Something to take the edge off. That was the thing about death though. There was no edge to take off. Being a ghost, being totally ineffectual, being invisible to most people was the pits. She kicked the side of the garden and her foot went right through. She sighed. Looking up she realized there was a man standing there looking at her. Right at her. She quickly brushed the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater. She turned back to see if maybe he was looking through her but nope there was nobody there. He was looking at her. She stared back at him for a long moment before she tilted her head to the side.
"You're a ghost too, aren't you?"
She smiled a little then. Misery did love it's company.